The Lost One

Chapter One

I don't remember much about my first days here on earth except for bits and pieces that are hard to make out and when I tried concentrating on them I wound up with a head splitting migraine, the only thing I know for sure is that I wasn't human.

How was I so sure? Well I've been here on earth since before the time of Christ and I don't need anything to survive, I haven't really eaten a meal in a long time.

The only thing I remember for sure is waking up in the desert with a scratchy dress and some poorly made sandals on my feet, I caught a ride to civilization with a goat farmer taking his product to market.

From there I just stayed on the outskirts of humanity forever trying find out who or what I am, one thing I learned well over time was how to survive.

I drifted through the centuries forever at the edges of humanity, until now where I lived in modern day New York City.

It was just turned November and it felt like nothing ever changed, the fact that I didn't sleep compounded the issue because I would play like I was getting ready for bed like a normal human and would just sit and watch the city pass me by, life was boring when you don't know what you are and most of the time I felt like an alien abandoned on a planet I didn't belong.

Right now I was sitting in a diner not far from my home drawing the fall scene outside, it was one of the things I liked to do when I was bored, sit some place and pretend to eat to something while drawing instead.

But I couldn't stay any place for very long but for some reason I always found myself back in New York City, I remember when it was still a fledgling city and I had bought my first building in the city, in fact I still owned it under the pretense that it was handed down in my family for generations.

To pass time I enrolled in NYU for some classes, one of my favorites was art history simply because I liked to hear modern interpretations of the masters I had once worked with.

Suddenly someone walked into my line of sight just as I finished sketching one of the buildings outside, it was a guy that was in my art history class and I think his name is Dominic or something.

I was about to write it off as a coincidence and go back to my drawing when I realized he was talking with someone and gesturing towards me, that was when I felt the need to leave.

But as I packing my stuff up when he suddenly sat down at my table and startled me.

"Jeez Dominic right? What are you doing?" I said about to bolt.

"Yeah sorry Cassie, it's just I told my friends about you and they want to check you out" he said.

"What are you talking about?" I said feeling very weirded out and like I should call the cops even though I try not to draw attention to myself.

"I'm sorry, it's just hard to explain but I'm part of a very large and very old organization tasked with something the heavens lost a long time ago" he said.

"What's that got to do with me?" I asked.

"When I'm around you I have this feeling that I've never felt around anyone before, but it's like no matter what everything will be alright in the world in the end and if you knew what I did for a living then you'd understand for real what I mean" he said.

"That's weird" I said.

"Look I don't want to sound like religious nut, but we are losing this war between the Light and the Dark and we think this Lost One might be the key to win the war" he said.

"And you think I'm this Lost One, it's a girl?" I asked not really believing him.

"Yeah, you see the Lost One is the daughter of the most powerful archangel of all time, Michael" he said.